The Water Between Us

This night!

This night!

We must run with horses

Drunk with the scent of absence as the sword spun behind.

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Long poems are easy to write, hard to read.
Short poems are easy to read, hard to write.
Which is better Depends on which you are.
Writer, or Reader.
Lover, or Loved.

Some things fly better in memory than they ever did in air.
So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

There is

A red leaf falls
The miracle in small moments

Right now I lay here in the
an October Monday
